Chapter I

In the modern world of Xenia, Monsters, Technology, and Magic exist in the world. There are four primary elements. Air, Fire, Water, and Earth. Under these elements lie sub-elements. Sub-elements are what make up the primary element and are created by them. One of those sub-elements could be Ice Magic, which was formed from water. The Earth Element made Plant Magic. 100% of the world's population is born with magic. But, it is up to the people to determine what they do with it. Our story follows a young man whose only objective is to seek revenge.

This Is The Son Who Rises.

The humongous city of Magenta is covered in flames. No one knew why the town was surrounded by fire, nor whom or what was the cause of this disaster. Multiple constructions were on the ground. There was a brown skinned, young man who stood at the height of 5 '6. His eyes were the color of brown, and he had messy black hair. This male was running through the fallen city of Magenta, searching for his Father and his older brother.

"Father, Brother!" the boy yelled. Soon, he spots his brother. He is holding his blade above his dad's head.

"No! Why, Micah!? What did he do? I thought you loved him?!" He screamed at his brother.

"Loved him?! Don't make me laugh! I hated him! He's the reason mom is dead! I have finally found the perfect moment to end him. But you, you're not ready to be killed," Micah snaps at the young male as his blade edged into the flesh of their father's neck.

"What would be my accomplishment to end your life right now with how weak you are?! Hell, it wouldn't even be fun. Become stronger, no, become the strongest, so that my blade can kill you." After saying that, he swung his blade upwards with great haste, then pivoted it down.

The elder brother ended their father with a single swing. While the younger one was left behind to deal with the tragedy as he cackled in euphoria. "No!!!"

However, it was just a dream. Or was it? The boy woke up in his bedroom, beginning to scream.

Artorious Congrade ran into the room after hearing his son yell. "Malachi, are you alright?" His father asked.

"Yeah, just had a nightmare, is all," Malachi responded to the question.

"Ah, I see. Well, don't scare me like that, son," Artorious told him.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, dad." the boy said.

Malachi's older brother soon entered the room. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," Malachi replied.

"Ah, I see. Father, am I allowed to take him out onto the plains today?" Micah asked.

"But, I-" as Malachi was attempting to speak, Micah quickly covered his mouth. "He doesn't seem to know about our little secret. So, let's keep it that way." Micah whispered into the ears of his younger brother. Malachi sighed as he stood up, stretching.

"I see no issue with it, but please don't kill each other. Siblings fight together, but sometimes against one another. Take this trip to increase your bond with one another, and grow closer," their father says wisely, as he agrees to their trip. Malachi gave a bright smile and eagerly began to get ready. Fully prepared, he would hop up and down as Micah led the way.

The two left the house, soon heading outside of the city towards the plainlands.

"Ah, this takes me back. Brother, remember when I used to take you to the plainlands to train? You cried every time you failed to use your magic." Micah chuckled.

"I don't cry anymore!" Malachi said in response to his brother's words.

The two continued walking deeper into the plainlands until reaching the center. "Alright then, let's spar. I will not use my magic, but only my blade. Yet, you can be using yours," Micah informed his younger brother.

"Fine!" Malachi responded as he knew that his elder brother was years ahead of him in combat. Micah simply stood in place, holding his blade with a weak grip on it. The two stood a solid ten feet apart. Malachi slid his right leg over a tad bit towards the right, then motioned his left arm in a circular motion. He aimed his palm at Micah, and orange flames burst forward, charging toward his brother. During that moment, Micah simply tilted his head right, dodging the flames with absolute ease.

Before the 16-year-old could make another move, Micah suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he was a blur. Micah held his blade to Malachi's neck and said, "Looks like I won."

"Damn it! How did you get in front of that fast, brother?" Malachi questioned.

"I merely trained, that's all. Maybe you can become as strong as me one day. Anyways, we should head back home." His brother told him.

"Why!? We just got here!" Malachi shouted out, but then just sighed as he couldn't do anything else.

"We'll just explore the city. Haven't done that in a long time, have we?" came Micah's smooth reply.

"Alright, I am fine with that," Malachi would say in response.

And with that, the two would leave the fields. Malachi was just following Micah around the hometown of Magenta. As the two walked around, tons of fans of Micah's appeared, begging for an autograph. He was so popular. It could be because he did save the city from monsters multiple times.

Malachi just sat there on a nearby bench, waiting for his brother to finish up. Soon, when he was finished with the autographs, he turned back towards Malachi. "Alright, I'm done. Let's go," Micah told him.

"Wait, brother. I want to show you something. However, it is somewhat far away," Malachi informed his brother. Micah would sigh before beginning to follow his younger brother to a mysterious place outside the city.

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Soon, the two arrived at a sizable, mysterious cave. Inside the cave, the walls were the color of blue. Some crystals were in a plethora of colors. These were the unique crystals of Magenta. What were these crystals used for exactly? Who knows?

"This is what I've been looking for," Micah mumbled under his breath before turning to Malachi. "Wow, to think you found a place like this," he said, seemingly surprised.

"Yeah, but I am pretty sure I was not the first one," Malachi said. "Why is that?" Asked Micah, who seemed concerned. Malachi would simply point toward three enormous monsters coming their way. The monsters were scorpions and spiders combined. These are called corpses.

"Damn, who knew that there were monsters right outside the city." Micah sighed as he drew his blade. "Brother, let me handle this." He would say. Micah then used his feet to push off the ground, dashing toward the corpses. In an instant, Micah chopped off the heads of the three. Malachi repeatedly blinks after watching him do such a thing.

"Damn, show-off…" He mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Micah asked.

"Nothing!" Malachi responded.

"Malachi, grab as many crystals as you can. Do not question me, do it!" Micah ordered him.

"Fine," Malachi would say before pulling the small crystals off of the cave's walls. Micah did the same and carried the crystals using the backpack that he always has with him.

Micah noticed that the sky began to darken, so he decided to head home with Malachi.

As they arrived home, their father was sitting on the couch. He was reading a newspaper as he puffed on his usual luminary pipe.

"Father, what did mother tell you about puffing in the house before she passed away?" Malachi reminded his father.

"Why would you bring that up?" Micah asked Malachi with a frown.

"It's alright, son." Artorious waved as if to dismiss it. "Malachi, what is that in your hands?" He asked, noticing the crystals.

"These were crystals that Micah told me to get for some reason," Malachi would answer his Father.

"Is that so? Son, go to your room while I discuss something with Micah." He told the boy. Malachi gave a nod and headed to his room.

Once Malachi left, Artorious turned his attention toward his eldest son. "Son, why were you gathering these crystals?"

"They grant one tremendous magic power. That way, I will be strong enough to protect anyone. Unlike you, Father." Micah attempted to exit, but Artorious snagged his right arm.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, young man?! I am your father and demand your respect. I will not tolerate such disrespect towards me, nor your own life. Your mother wouldn't accept this, and neither shall I!" Artorious snaps at Micah for his outlandish claim.

"Mother is long gone! Who's to say she'd feel the same?! Don't use your personal feelings to vouch for my deceased mother, coward! I don't need you, nor this pathetic family. You could've saved her, but instead were too weak! I'll never be weak enough not to defend those I cherish!!!" Micah retorts boldly and heads out, going somewhere else for the night.

Malachi would head back into the living room, noticing his elder brother was no longer found. "Where did he go, Father?" He asked.

"Your brother...decided he had somewhere to be; it's fine," Artorious told the boy.

"Oh, okay," Micah said before heading back to his room. He plopped onto his bed, soon falling asleep.

The next day, Malachi woke up. However, he slept later than usual. As the boy woke up, he looked around his room. He would sigh as he got up, then change out of his night clothes into his day apparel. Malachi walked out of his room and into the living room. As he did so, he would notice his father eating breakfast.

"Morning, Father. Is Brother still absent?" he asked.

"Sadly, he is," his father responded to the question.

"I see." The boy sighed.

"Son, I need you to do some shopping today. I have somewhere to go, so I will not be able to shop," Artorious informed him. Malachi agreed before heading out of the house. He aimed his steps toward a nearby market, holding a list of needed items in his left hand.

Meanwhile, Artorious left the house as well. He went in the opposite direction of his son. Who knows where he was heading?

Malachi soon arrived at the market, entering it. He looked around, noticing signs that tell what is in each section. "Ah, I see," he said to himself. Only 30 minutes later, Malachi purchased all of the items that he needed to buy. He walked out of the store, soon heading home until there was a loud and colossal explosion in the middle of the city. Buildings caught on fire. Injured civilians were stuck under buildings and such, crying out for help. At that exact moment, he instantly dropped all of the items he bought.

"W-What?? What the hell is going on? Someone explain!" Malachi yelled out. 'I have to make sure Father and Brother are safe!' he thought to himself before beginning to run around the city, looking almost everywhere.

"Brother! Father!!" He continued to yell out their names, but it was no use. As he looked around, he would soon spot his father on the ground, basically begging for his life with his right arm cut off, and the right eye gashed as Micah was holding his blade to his father's head.

"What are you doing, brother?" Malachi asked Micah.

"Doing what needs to be done. I'd suggest you tally on home," Micah responded, in a calm yet dark tone.

"I thought you loved him!" Malachi yelled.

A thought rose deep into Malachi's mind. Was he dreaming again? Or was his dream coming true? Malachi bit into his hand to see if he was awake.

The reality of the situation struck him hard.

Micah continued to answer his brother. "Loved him?! Do not make me laugh! I never loved this man! I hated him for all of my life!" He answered in the words that echoed from Malachi's dream the night before. Micah even voiced them, word for word, making Malachi frozen in disbelief. Then without hesitation, Micah swung his sword downwards, slicing off Artorious's head with one swing.

"Beware, my sons!" Those were the last words of their father, as his eyes turned gray, losing their luster.

"NO!!!" Malachi's eyes widened as he watched his father vanish in front of him. "Argh!!" He cried out as he soon charged at Micah, attempting to land a hit on his face with all of his strength. However, Micah simply shifted his weight to the right, evading.

Micah counter-attacked with a mean high knee aimed at the stomach, where it knocked the air out of the young man. Following up swiftly snagging his brother's face, he'd slam him back, then wailed in his face. Almost as if he wanted to turn Malachi into a pulp, Micah gritted his teeth shouting after each punch. After beating him unconscious Micah picked up his younger brother, then towed him out of the city. The city was near the sea, and so he tossed Malachi in without a care. He told his brother he would not kill him, but he needed time to get away.

"Farewell, my brother." With that, he disappeared, as Malachi's body was cleansed of blood by the water.

The city of Magenta was no more, obliterated.